What if I tell you something
What if I share a secret
With you my love
You are so innocent
To share this secret with
Yes, I love you
This is the secret
What if I propose you
Will you accept it
Or you will ignore it
Like everyone else's proposal
What if I hold your hands
For a moment or a second
Will you be mine
Forever and ever
Will you accept me
By ignoring everyone else
What if I say that
My life is nothing without you
What if I explain to you
That I am falling for you
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Kiran Yasmin
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